My name is James Lawrence Burns. Friends call me JL. I'm your hero for this tale. A tall, good-looking young African-American male in his early twenties living in the great City of Alamosa, Colorado. Man, I thought I could resist it but it's starting to get to me. You might wonder, what in hell am I talking about? Well, folks, I'm talking about that damn thi...
Answering his email was probably the first step in the disaster of this relationship, if that's what you would call it. The sad thing is, if she could go back and stop herself, she doesn't think that she would. She is in too deep now to quit and loves the feelings her body gets from the things he does to her. Thinking back to the first encounter, she still c...
Author's Note: There is an element of Loving Wives in this, for those who aren't into that kind of thing. ************************* They'd been snowed into the cabin for two weeks now... it was a good thing that they'd prepared by bringing up lots of food. Of course, Esther thought sarcastically, that was more due to the fact that the men were lazy and go...
Nadia Al-Nasser moaned deeply as I worked my fist into her asshole. At last, I had the tall, sexy Lebanese cutie right where I wanted her. Naked on my bed, her curvaceous body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her thighs spread wide open and her hairy cunt staring at me. As tempting as her sweet pussy was, it's her ass that interested me the most. I've been...
Although June's eyes gazed out of the tiny window she was oblivious to the views unfolding below her, she was deep in thought her eyes were unfocussed. She was not enjoying the clouds' formations that looked like fairy-tale castles made of cotton wool that appeared below. Looking down, the fantasy world below was so serene that it belied the fact that the Ai...
As the evening wore on it came time for Mary to go home. They both discussed the time it will take to remove and cleanse and the suggestion of taking a sleeping tablet did sound good as long as Susan was there to keep an eye on her. Susan watched Mary walk to the car and smiled to herself. It seems Mary was getting used to the heels. The way her tits and ar...
Paul arrived at Dot's house at nine, as he stopped at the gates, the gates opened and he drove to the front door. Several gardeners were working in the garden, and he passed a pickup truck with gardening equipment in it. Dot was standing in the doorway waiting for him. She was wearing a red silk dressing gown; he could see the bulge her hard nipples were sho...
This is the fourth in a series of stories of Cindy introducing her boyfriend to anal strapon play and fisting. Who could have imagined that it could have all began with a single finger. Cindy playfully stuck a finger up my ass and I moaned with pleasure. That was where it began. Soon we moved on to her fucking me with a strap-on, something I never imagine...
He calls me Naomi, though it's not my name. Rather, it's a mnemonic that occurred to him when we first met, after he'd realized I'm a high. Neither a man nor a woman; that's what it reminds him of. That's how he thinks of me... It's also his induction method. Because wherever I am and whatever I'm doing, if I happen to hear his voice call that name, I fall...
It had been nearly a week since David had seen Hilary. He had been thinking about her a lot and wished he could see her. She told him that she would call him as it was too risky for him to call her. He thought about what had happen that Saturday afternoon, the amazing blow-job, her fantastic breasts, her arse, she was so different to any other woman he had f...